The Penis Elegies: The Sixth Elegy
Rest it upon my shoulder for my conscience is missing
Let it crawl from the depths of hell to the roof of my mouth
Breathe it down into my lungs so I may know new life
So this wellspring of carnal knowledge may be imbibed
For unsentimental education is the most important thing
Not false prophets or paltry illusions we give these bedroom pedestrians.
The cock is a symbol of liberating iconography
It is the flag which I will wave proudly
With framed posters hanging from my bedroom walls.
The cock touches my tainted soul
It transcends simple sins
Lingering like the fondest of mischievous memories.
The cock is a wonder
Full of suck ever-extending bliss
Something truly glorious to behold.
Our bodies will be a battlefield
The only death being La Petit mort.